A single bite of honey, Chilean timebomb

yesterday on my way to work I grabbed a small peach from my crisper that I had bought days before at the new mega-grocery in Montreal’s Chinatown. It was the best peach I’d tasted all year. In FEBRUARY no less. Squee, life is weird and gas-guzzling imports from Chile are probably weirder, but for the singular orange pleasure of eating a nova of redolent succulent blushing deliciousness, I’ll let this moral gray area slide. YUM.